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The Drawing Group

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The Drawing Group by PeterI use masturbation lot to help me practise prolonging my erections. I find if you suppress orgasm for long enough you reach a point when you can go on all day without coming. You need constant stimulation, though. In this episode, I sure got it! The Drawing GroupOn the floor below me in the student houe where I lived there was a girl called Becky. She was an art student. She was very pretty but she was also tall, taller than me, which is not something I normally like in a girl. I liked Becky, though. She was very friendly. She was like an older sister, although in fact she was a year younger than me. She had a nurturing, caring way with her. She had big breasts with small nipples. I could see her nipples sometimes through her T-shirt, even when she wore a bra.Once a week friends came to the house from her art course and she took them into her bedroom. They were always women. Sometimes there were as many as four of them, sometimes only one or two. They came round for a drawing session. I didn't know what they drew in there but I didn't imagine it was a bowl of fruit. I was too embarrassed to ask Becky about it. It would have been the most natural thing in the world to ask, I suppose, but I was convinced that they were taking it in turns to draw each other in the nude and I know I would have blushed if she had told me so.I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall.One time I went out into the garden and looked up at Becky's window. The curtains were open but the window was too high up for me to see anything. Another time I tried listening at the door but one of the girls came out suddenly and I had to dash into the kitchen before she saw me. I nearly tripped over, so I'm sure she thought I was up to something suspicious. I was too embarrassed to try that again.Instead I tried peering down over the bannisters from above to see if any of them needed to come out for a pee. Maybe they were all nude in there and one of them would wander out and back again without bothering to dress. But I never saw a soul.Then one evening I was cycling home from the fish and chip shop and I saw a man at his front door, searching through his briefcase. He was our neighbour. His house backed onto ours. He was coming home from work and he had obviously lost or forgotten his keys. A connection was made almost instantly in my mind and I braked quickly, put my bike on the pavement and pretended to be fixing my chain.I was watching the man. He was now looking at the plants in the front garden. He seemed to be pruning them. Then his fingers slid over something. I couldn't see what it was. A loose stone, perhaps, or a flowerpot. When they came up they were clenched around something. A key. It had to be a key.I mounted my bike and started to ride off. I turned my head at the last moment. Yes! He was putting the key in the lock. Light flooded my brain. It was Friday night. Becky had her drawing sessions on Thursday afternoons. I would have to wait a whole five days to put my plan into action. Five days! I would die of the suspense. I used those five days to spy on my neighbour. I established that he lived alone in the house and that he had a nine to five job that kept him out of the house during the day. This was perfect. On the Wednesday I even went so far as to inspect the front garden, looking for the key that I knew must be there. I found it under a stone, just as I expected. In a fit of nervous excitement, I took it to be copied and returned it to its place. You never know maybe tonight he would forget his keys again, use that one and forget to replace it under the stone. So then I had my own key. I could barely contain my excitement.On the Thursday I went round to the house about half an hour before Becky's friends were due to arrive. I let myself in and inspected the house very carefully. It was the first time I had done anything like this but I wasn't nervous. I had no doubt that the man would be out at work all day and and I had no fear of being caught. I wasted no time finding the best position in the house from which to spy on Becky's bedroom.In fact the best place was the man's own bedroom. I snooped a bit and found a pile of pornographic magazines in one of his cupboards. "Well," I thought, "he is no stranger to voyeurism. He might even applaud my enterprising spirit."The magazines were a welcome diversion while I was waiting. They helped get my juices flowing but they were very flat in comparison to the anticipation I felt at the prospect that was in store. The position of the sun was favourable. Becky's room was illuminated clearly and I could make out the detail within. I couldn't see Becky herself. I presumed she was in the kitchen, which I couldn't see.At three o'clock the door to Becky's room opened and the women started to trickle in. It was a full house. Five of them. My heart quickened.At first I thought I had made a dreadful mistake. They sat around chatting. Becky seemed to be arranging some sort of still life on the table. It looked like I was going to be in for a very dull afternoon. Then bingo. Erection. The small blonde one her name was Julie pulled her jumper off. There are some women who you can't look at without seeing them in a sexual way. Julie was like that. She was only five foot but she was five foot of steamy, voluptuous, womanhood, with pouting lips, bouncy breasts, fleshy tummy and big bottom. The moment she took her jumper off she seemed naked. When she pulled her jeans off I almost came in my pants. Then she unslung her breasts from her bra, pulled her panties down and positioned herself on Becky's bed like a mermaid on a rock. After I had recovered from the initial rush of lust, I managed to quieten myself down a bit so that I could maintain a steady simmer, instead of boiling over in unsatisfying haste. I pulled my pants off and applied some bath oil to my cock. It was delicious. I rubbed it a little every so often, teasing myself, feeling the sensuous contours of my rock-hard cock without over-exciting myself. I enjoyed tapping the tip of my cock, knocking it sideways then letting it spring back up to attention. I kept this going for about forty minutes until Julie changed her pose and started doing various five-minute poses, standing, lying, kneeling, bending, curling. I couldn't touch myself when she was doing these. I was too excited. I just grunted and let the muscle at the base of my cock flex rhythmically, sustaining my erection simply by flicking the tip of my cock against thin air. Then it was over and I relaxed my muscles, giving in to the tension in my balls, letting the sperm pulse from my cock in a glorious gluey white fountain.This was the first of about eight wonderful, secret afternoons when I spied on Becky's room. I saw each of the girls in turn, some of them twice. They were all physically different. Heather was tall and rangy with small breasts and an incredibly hairy pussy. Alene was slim and curvy with perky tits. Simone was dark and sultry, big-breasted and wide-hipped. Then, of course, there was Becky. I couldn't get enough of Becky. She was tall and clean-limbed, very sensuous, very curvy, with tanned skin and a lovely silky brown bush that I wanted to run my fingers through.After eight weeks, the holidays were almost upon us. The drawing group would break up and I would be leaving the house to move in with a girl I had met in between my solitary sessions in my neighbour's house.You might wonder how I could go on peeping and wanking like this every week when I had a regular girlfriend with whom I could have real sex. Well, the truth is, my peeping sessions brought an edge to my experiences with Perdita. For those who haven't felt it, it is hard to describe the buzz, the adrenalin rush, the sexual urgency you feel when peeping at a girl who doesn't know that you can see her. That buzz stayed with me for days and gave added intensity to every orgasm. If Perdita enjoyed our nights together it was due in no small part to the afternoons I had spent spying on Becky and her friends.I was going to miss it when it ended but there was still one more thrill to be had from it, if Becky would take my bait.The day before the last Thursday session was due to take place, I said to Becky, "What is it you draw in your drawing group?""We draw each other," she said."Life drawing?""Yes.""That's a clever idea. You're never short of a model that way.""Yes. The only problem is that when it's your turn to pose, you don't get to draw.""Right," I said. "And I suppose you must get bored drawing only other women.""Well, it would be nice to draw a man for a change, but I wouldn't like to have men in the group. They might be there for the wong reasons.""Sure," I said. "Although I suppose you wouldn't mind having a volunteer just to pose for you one time?""Oh sure," said Becky. "If he was only there to pose for us, that would be fine. But I don't know any men willing to do that.""You don't know until you ask," I said.She looked at me narrowly then. "Why, would you do it?""I might.""Wouldn't you be too shy?""I am shy," I said. "But if I thought you would make a sensitive drawing and not giggle or anything, I might do it.""Are you free on Thursdays?""I could be free tomorrow," I said."Okay," she said. "It's our last session tomorrow. It'll be fun to have a man for a change. Why don't you come along."And so it was agreed.I was nervous when it came to it. Becky's room seemed suddenly very small with five girls in it, pencils at the ready, waiting for me to take my clothes off. My nervousness out-weighed my lust and I removed my clothes with as much decorum as I could muster and lay on the bed in front of them with a respectably soft cock. It wasn't many minutes, however, before I began to get used to the situation and my imagination started to play around with the images I had seen over the last eight or nine weeks. Five women in the room. Me their focus. Five women I had peeped at much more furtively than they were peeping at me now. Five women who had been part of my sexual imagination for every orgasm I had had in the last two months. Me naked before them. It was the fulfilment of a fantasy. As I looked into their faces and started to daydream, my cock hardened and rose. My mind wandered and it softened again. Then the look in one of the girls' eyes would quicken my pulse and my prick would harden again. Only to grow soft gradually as the sensation ebbed away. At one point I noticed Becky leaning over her picture in intense concentration. I was able to study her. I realised she wasn't wearing a bra and as she bent over the picture I could look down her blouse and glimpse a swinging breast every now and then. My cock shot up like a flagpole then.This cycle of stiffening and subsiding went on for most of the hour while I posed for them. I didn't let it embarrass me. It was, after all, why I was there.At the end of the session, I wanted to see what they had drawn. It was fascinating to see myself through the sensitive interpretations of these five beautiful girls. I grew hard again in my jeans, looking at the pictures and looking at the hands and faces of the women who had drawn them. And I had seen them all naked! It was a delicious thought.After they had all gone, I was alone with Becky in the kitchen, her pictures of me spread out on the kitchen table. Like all the others, Becky had worried over the movements of my penis and had either drawn a vague blur there, while rendering the rest of my body in great detail, or else had concentrated solely on my penis and had left the rest of me a mere outline."My penis was out of my control," I said. "Sorry about that.""It was actually very difficult to draw it properly," confessed Becky. "You had to either ignore it or draw it frenetically, trying to catch it before it changed shape, or angle or something.""I guess I need to practise keeping it under control.""Which is easiest, keeping it hard or keeping it soft?""I think it depends on the person drawing it," I said."At one point it was so hard it was like a banana. I started to draw it but it went soft again before I could get the shape right. I had to rub it out and start again."I pointed to the picture where my penis was just a blur. "Is that what happened here?""Yes. A bit frustrating really. I would have liked to have a picture of you with a big throbbing erection.""Would you?"She giggled. "Sorry," she said. "I'm not supposed to giggle, am I?""I don't mind now," I said. "Now I've done it." And then, "I suppose I could always pose for you again, just to let you finish it off.""What now?""Why not?" I said.So we went into her room and I stripped again. I felt much more relaxed this time but, strangely, my penis stayed soft. In fact, it seemed to have shrunk."I may need a bit of stimulation," I said. "Try undoing a couple of buttons on your blouse.""Really? Would that help?""It might."She started to unbutton her blouse and my cock thickened slightly."Something's happening.""It's not enough," I said."Why don't I just start drawing," she said. "We'll see."She bent over her sketch book and her breasts fell forward, visible now down the opening in her blouse. My cock quivered again and I could feel it pulling down, longer.She drew for about ten minutes. "It's not throbbing like it was, is it?" she said, sadly."Take your jeans off," I said.She stood up and unzipped her jeans. I stared at the pink triangle of her cotton panties. My prick was long and loose now, but still not hard. She pulled the jeans down over her hips, the panties coming away a little with them, almost exposing her bush. She laid the jeans on the floor and sat down again."Unbutton your blouse," I said. "Let me see your belly."She did as I asked, and this time as she leaned over her picture, the nipples on her breasts swung into view and my cock stiffened and rose."You see," I said. "It's worked.""Now, if you can just keep it like that."She started to sketch with intense concentration, her eyes on my cock helping to stimulate my erection. But almost as soon as it was fully upright I could feel it start to slacken off again."I'm losing it," I said."No don't. You can't.""Talk dirty to me," I said."What?""Talk dirty.""I -- " She hesitated. My cock started to fall. "I want to suck your cock," she blurted." It sprang up like a banana. She sketched. It teetered. "I'm getting wet staring at your cock." It stayed firm. She was shading now. "I love your cock." She had a rapt expression on her face, moving the pencil at different angles to get the tone she wanted. "I love the line of your cock. It looks so strong and hard. I want to put my lips round it and feel it inside my mouth. I want to make it wet with my kisses." She was talking fluently now, as if it was coming from her subconscious while her conscious mind simply drew. "I want to make it so wet for you, I want to lick it. Yes, I want to lick it and then take it in my wet mouth and suck it deep inside my mouth. Just thinking about your big wet cock is making me squirm. I can feel my juices moistening the lips of my vagina. I want to rub my thighs together, put some pressure on my clit. I want your cock inside me. After I've sucked it and made it wet I want to feel it throbbing inside me, pressing against my clit. I want to fuck you.""Take your panties off," I said.She seemed to be hypnotised. She was shading the picture in a trance, talking out of some distant part of herself. She stood up at my words and swept her panties down over her feet and sat backdown again, and carried on sketching."My thighs are wet for you," she said. "The juices are flowing down my thighs. Can you smell my sex? I can smell myself getting hot for you. I'm shading the beautiful tones on your big stiff cock and getting wet doing it. It's turning me on so much that the only way I can keep moving this pencil is to imagine it's my tongue, licking over you. One minute it's my tongue then it magically transforms itself into your cock and now it's rubbing itself against the tenderest part of me, arousing me, making me hot for you."As she said this she started to rock her hips gently as if she really were getting wet and hot. My prick was throbbing. She kept on like this for ten or fifteen minutes, repeating the words over and over. At the end of this time, the picture was done. I could see it was done, but she kept on shading, as if she couldn't stop."Come and touch it," I said. "Take it in your hand."She put the picture aside and knelt in front of me. She took my prick in her hand."It really is hot," she said."Yes."She still had her blouse on but nothing else. I bent down and pushed it back on her shoulders, revealing her breasts."Wow!" she said, feeling my prick throb.I leaned forwards so that my prick was between her breasts. She pressed her breasts together and held me between them. I kissed her."I know what this needs," she said, getting up. She turned so that her back was towards me and as she did so I grabbed her blouse and pulled it down her arms and off. She walked over to her bedside cabinet and opened the top draw, bending down. I could see her pussy between her legs, the soft silky hairs covering it like mist.She returned to me with a condom in a wrapper. She tore the wrapper open and started to roll the sheath down over my prick, her long elegant fingers working it down carefully and proficiently.Then she stood up and we kissed again, our mouths unfolding into each other, tongue upon tongue.She pulled me over to the bed but I grabbed the condom wrapper off the floor and handed it to her. "Be neat," I said. "Put this back in the draw."She bent down over the draw again to obey me and I was upon her, my arms stretching the length of her back, my hands sliding underneath to find her heavy hanging breasts, massaging her nipples as I pressed myself against her rounded buttocks and felt for the wetness of her pussy with the tip of my cock. She reached under and eased me in. God, she was wet.All the energy that had been building over the last two months found expression in that fuck. I rammed her, I pummelled her, I pumped and kissed and massaged, I tickled her clit and licked her earlobes, I screwed myself into her and pounded my balls against her buttocks, I pulled her nipples and scratched her back and bit what I didn't scratch. After she'd come, I rolled her over onto the bed and probed her from above. I drooled over her breasts. I licked her tummy. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down onto my prick, grinding myself into her. I slid in and out so fast my balls jiggled and knocked together. The bed quaked. My muscles ached. Then my whole body rocked and the white lightning seared through me from the tip of my toes, up my thighs, and burst out into the saturated sheath.Yes, I liked Becky.We lay panting on the bed exhausted, locked together in love's embrace.I liked her a lot.I could feel my cock softening again. "No," she moaned. "Don't pull out."I held her fast. She smelt lovely."That was beautiful," she said.Yes, I liked her a whole lot. Even though she was taller than me.